The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 517 Sharing Pastries
Temur snorted coldly, obviously taking a hostage, but it was like welcoming back a god and Buddha.

Freedom must not be interfered with, and even eating needs to be extra fine.

However, thinking of the refined iron ore he was about to obtain, he felt a little more balanced in his heart.

That Lord Da Qi is indeed useless, at this point, he is still worried that the pampered woman will suffer a little bit, no wonder people are looking for opportunities to take advantage of.

He replied with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, the king will order the servants to be in place." After a pause, he said, "Please also keep a low profile on the border, otherwise you will cause unnecessary troubles, and I may be too late for the empress. Not good either."

Mo Yan knew the reason for this remark, so he hid the light in his eyes and said a few perfunctory words.

The forces on both sides began to operate quietly, and the situation gradually became turbulent.

"Suman, why are you bored in the tent and not going out to play?"

Zhebu lifted the curtain, looked at the sleepy look of his little daughter, his face full of pity.

Since his wife passed away due to illness, Suman, who looks the most similar, has become the only sustenance.

In Xiaoyang, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl is not too young, and she still doesn't think about Xu's family, for fear that she will be wronged if she marries.

A few days ago, the clansman proposed to recruit a son-in-law, and immediately felt that it was a good idea, so they just stayed free and had a good chat with their beloved daughter.

"Father." Suman wrapped his arms around the middle-aged man's sturdy waist, coquettishly like a four or five-year-old child, "When will we go back to Kret?"

"Soon." The big callused hand caressed the top of the hair, "Tomorrow I will go to Qingebu with the king to hunt, and pack up when we are done."

"I miss the Naipizi you made..." He muttered softly.

In fact, it's not greedy, the disappointment of being rejected in confession is still in my heart, it's just frustration.

"Okay, I'll do it when I get back." The iron man also has tenderness, and Zhebu teased, "In the future, I will pass this craftsmanship to your husband-in-law for my father."

"No." Willful refusal, "A daughter will not marry, and will stay with her father for the rest of her life."

Dazed for a moment, the middle-aged man laughed loudly: "Little princess of the Kelie clan, as long as you are happy, it doesn't matter if you don't get married!"

"Father!" Touched and hugged tightly.

Fortunately, the best relatives in this world may one day completely let go of their obsession with Dulan.

The next day, Suman originally planned to continue to spend the day in a daze. At the end, a familiar deep voice sounded outside the tent:

"Miss, Second Madam invites you to have a small gathering in the tent."

She clenched her robe tightly, thinking that she couldn't go back, but the arrogance in her bones prompted her to pretend to be calm: "Wait a minute."

It's time to cheer up after being depressed for a few days, otherwise he will look down on him.

He deliberately changed into a bright robe, and went out of the tent. Under the afternoon sun, the man's expression remained calm.

No embarrassment, no sarcasm, as if what happened that night never happened.

He didn't take it to heart at all, and this knowledge made Suman even more uncomfortable.

Barely cheered up, stepped into Toya's yurt, and had a face-to-face meeting with two of them.

Temur's distinguished guest, a woman from the Central Plains who witnessed her embarrassment.

One is careless and has a bold manner, while the other is gentle and beautiful, with an outstanding appearance that makes others envious.

With complicated emotions and mixed feelings, I even wondered if the clan sister already knew.

"Suman, come quickly, try these pastries, they are delicious." The second lady waved enthusiastically.

Silently heaved a sigh of relief, obviously the two sisters never broke their mouths.

"Cake?" Picking up a piece of food that he had never seen before, he subconsciously asked, "Where did it come from?"

"My husband entrusted someone to send it." The beautiful woman replied softly.

"Are you married?"

Suman looked at this woman whom Zhana called "Su Qige" in surprise. Perhaps her skin was fine and tender, and she looked delicate and young, unlike someone who had been married before.

Su Qige, Suman, their names are somewhat similar.

(End of this chapter)